Lyrics:
Ripped up minds
From the heavy hittin' reefer
Cliqued up hives
When we coming out to meet you
Dressed to the nines
Out here looking like the feature
and made this sound
Buzz buzz buzz
The bees are buzzing three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The bees are buzzing three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The bees are
callate la boca
Out this world, you supernova
Fuck that, I am coming over
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you)
junior
If it's real then salute ya
Snakes in the grass, turn ya back-they will shoot ya
Boy got shot, walked it off-he a trooper
But I'm still running from
Nowhere to run
revenge is a bitch cause these hoes want to get me
CHORUS
[2nd Verse]
I smoke up a blunt to let my motherfucking day just ease by
I gotta
marching down around the town.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants came marching three by three.
Hurrah, hurrah!
The ants came marching three by three.
Hurrah,
down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom, boom, boom
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
to the ground
To get out of the rain, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
down to the ground
To get out of the rain
Boom, boom, boom
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
ta fight your chick
Lorena Bobbitt, Told her to slice yo dick
If you Ever break up with a Psycho bitch
[Verse I: Tech N9ne]
Don't give me that
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
up most the beer everytime
By nine o'clock got a half case between us
Pull into the quick pick Lendell had to have some smoke
There sit Susie in
And let's count up to ten
Let's count all the numbers up to ten
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Hey!
We start with 1 (one)
Then it's 2 (two)
Followed by 3 and 4 (three
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Loading up the nine glocked
Stroll through the Springcreek looking for your chilling spot
You gon be a victim of a Tommy Wright Homicide
Dealee you can't
She hits snooze
Not one, not two
but three times
and that’s fine
by me
Cause I could lay
Right here all day
Just watching
Her talk in
Her sleep
to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by three
Hurrah, hurrah
The ants go
to (Who runs this?)
All my powerful women working nine to five
Two, three jobs just to survive
All my powerful women
No man at home
Raising all
they're PJs but because they're stained
Last week I wore my PJs all day
to the job centre then to get a take away
I gets up late I haven't got dressed
So
Fresh when I'm dressed (Mmh)
Got cash like (Phew)
Man I'm blessed (Ay)
Take flight (Zoom)
Rest then I just (*bird sound)
I'm so high up (High up) I'm
make it stressful
You start keeping pace, they start changing up the tempo
Now, who is cat riding out on the town?
State trooper wanna stop him in
the troopers one, two, three,
"Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag?
You'll come a-walzing Matlida with me!"
Chorus
Up jumped the swagman
stopped
Was coming for your spot put your hands up
Celebrate your fashion!
Amen, on the runway
Dressed in his best point
Amen, fashion, on the runway, work
way up by hard work
I ain't ever got no where, but I got there by hard work
Work of the hardest kind I been down and I been out
I been disgusted I been
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